Chapter 6346 The Perfect Partner (Taboo/Incest Sex):>Ep6
- My guts turned to liquid as my mother said this and I had a fleeting vision of me massaging her legs while she was wearing stockings. Sliding my hands right up under her dress, feeling the change from the texture of the nylon hose to the soft warmth of her inner thigh. Fucking hell! Then I realised mum was talking, suggesting that she take me out for a meal to thank me for helping with her dating profile.
- She disappeared into the kitchen to call the Greek restaurant that she'd suggested and I stayed on the sofa, almost catatonic with a mixture of arousal and shock at what had happened, my cock throbbing in my pants. Asking me to massage her calves was one thing, but unless I was very much mistaken, my mother was coming on to me, which sounds preposterous but what other interpretation could I put on it? And what was all that stockings and suspenders stuff about? "If it was the right occasion." What did that mean?
- Later on, in bed, I replayed the scene on the sofa in my head a few dozen times, but I still couldn't shake the conviction that my mother had been encouraging me to go further. Although what I meant by "further" was open to debate. I stroked my cock, which had been hard, it seemed, for hours. And while I lightly masturbated myself, I played a little fantasy in my head. Tomorrow my mother was taking me out for a meal, and she would undoubtedly dress up for it. She would, I suspected, wear the black dress that I'd photographed her in for the dating app. And she would, I further suspected, ask for a foot massage when we got home from the restaurant, both of us probably a little light-headed on retsina. If it turned out that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, or even hold-ups, I would take that as an invitation to explore her further, to slide my hands right up her legs and stroke the soft skin of her inner thighs. Beyond that I could barely imagine what might happen. Would my mother really allow me to do that? And if so, what else might she allow? Would she let me stroke her pussy through the fabric of her knickers? And did I want to? As the vision of her damp gusset sizzled through my brain I felt my orgasm rise and blossom. Damned right I wanted to, I thought as I squirted my spunk up my chest.